Autumn’s Offering

I woke today

Quite sure

There was nothing

To comfort my soul

The air has cooled

The blooms have too

The garden has slowed

And my heart still aches

Our rose vine

Is lying

In a tangled heap

Of blushed memories

Painfully Arched

In hopes

Of God knows what

Birds

Flit from the vine

To the fountain

To the gift

Of grass

And God’s compassion

Whispers quite clear-“ I’m here”

The bells

They call my soul

To worship

As the breeze

Calls the trees to weep gold

Water weighs

Heavy on new growth

Seeping from my vision

While Your eyes

I see them

Listening to My heart

That belongs to you

And my spirit

Defies

The agony

And begins

To gather

The gifts

Of the garden

Apples

The mystery of

Unity

Eden

Dangling

An organic

Chandelier

Sparkling reflections

Of us

The last tiny rose buds

Struggling to bloom

Surrounded

By golden leaves

Staking their rightful claim

On the season

In this place

Persistence

Order

Harmony

The final fig

Royal

Heavenly

In Color

Sweetness

Perfected

An arm stretched long

From Heaven

To nourish my aching soul

Rose hips

Bright harbingers

Of Autumn

Proclaiming

Every season

Has treasure and

Healing Beauty

A pair of roses

Pure

Waiting in the vineyard

Neighbors

To the leader

A gilded vine

Surrendered

Smiling at the

Beauty of change

The sacredness of

Seasons

My thoughts

Of nothingness

Are now lost

As the abundance

Of Autumn’s beauty

And wisdom

Unfold

In the secret places

I believe

I am

Beginning

To understand

That beauty

And pain

Will ever

Balance

My soul

As I wait

And you smile

Offering peace

From Heaven

written 11/4/2020